Faith Held Firmly Together by Hope

Looking back over the past week, there have been a lot of changes in my life. Changes can bring stress but as long as I am walking with Jesus, I have hope. My faith sustains me because I believe He can do all things. There is no reason for stress in my life if I hand over all concerns to Him.

Very strange things are happening as I type this blog. I realize Satan is using every tactic he can to distract me in an attempt to steal my hope. Ha! No way. Jesus is stronger than Him and Jesus loves me! I’m just taking it slow and fixing everything Satan tries to destroy in my words.

Okay, changes:

I stopped taking a prescription blood thinner. I’m back on an aspirin maintenance and am able to take the anti-inflammatory medication. I’m no longer seeking my recliner due to pain.

I learned one of my daughters is moving to North Carolina. I’m very happy for her and her hubby. Their new home is awesome and the weather will be so much better than they have been experiencing in Wisconsin. The downfall is she will now be further away. No longer a one day trip by car to visit. But we can still Skype!

My cat, Templeton, seemed to be doing much worse. In fact, I thought he was going to die in his sleep one night. We ran out of cat food, so I went searching through the stores to no avail. Then I found a recipe from a veterinarian. I purchased the necessary foods and made some pureed food for him. He is eating good and his health seems to be improving.

I’ll stop with these three rather than bore you with repetition. Do you see all the BUT GOD goodness that resulted in each of the above changes? No reason to stress!

As for hobbies, I finished another puzzle. A really cute one with curious kitties doing their thing. I completed a picture using oil pencils in one of my longest owned coloring books by artist Hanna Karlzon. Those are the last two items shown below. The other pictures are the progression pictures I promised to show you of the completed buddy color for the month. I colored it using StarJoy oil pencils. The first picture is the blank canvas. This is called grayscale. Each subsequent picture is a day’s worth of coloring.

Lifting my cup of tea this morning with a smile on my face and in my heart. Yesterday was the love of my life’s heavenly birthday. No matter what this world might bring, I can be strong standing on my faith because I know that death is something that can happen to my body, but I have an eternal soul and Jesus has prepared a place for me in heaven. There I will be reunited with my family, my friends, and the love of my life! Hope is eternal! Until next time…

Another Long and Quiet Sunday and I Miss…

Sunday. Some Sundays tug at the deepest emptiness in my heart. Not every Sunday. But when those long and quiet Sundays drag on, I can feel the tears building behind my eyes. That’s the me I hide behind a smile when I am with others. I’ve perfected the smile as part of the widow’s mask.

It has been 7 years, 3 months and 15 days since my hubby’s soul went to heaven. Not a day, hour, or minute goes by that I don’t miss him. Most days I keep busy and bury the sad thoughts with happy activities. I am blessed to have family and good friends. Jesus is my daily companion. So, why this long and quiet Sunday?

Ah, those good old Sundays when hubby and I would have brunch after church and then head to a little fish joint to enjoy a senior dinner together where we met new friends and often reunited with old ones. Life was fuller then. We had each other for company. We shared hugs. We kissed. We loved. And then he was gone.

The reality of living alone settled on me and oh, how I struggled to find a new normal. I’m not sure I’ve found it yet. What my days consist of are hours of keeping hands and mind busy so the absence of voices isn’t the loudest thing in my home.

Perhaps the blessing is that I’ve always been a bit of an introvert. Never enjoyed the party scene or being in a crowd of acquaintances and strangers. I much prefer a smaller, intimate group of friends. With the pandemic, it has been a plus that I’m used to living alone. But, those long, quiet Sundays emphasize I’m alone with my thoughts.

I miss my family. The impromptu drop-ins, the conversations, the smiles, the hugs, the love. Have you ever felt alone in the midst of family? Have you ever hurried to pick up your mobile phone when you hear a text come through hoping it is a contact from a family member? Have you ever tried to explain you don’t mind living alone, but miss the company of others? Sigh.

But God…

When I’m feeling Satan tap on the lonely part of my heart, I can find comfort from God. I pick up my Bible and read. I pray. I shed tears.

And I blog . . . because it is a long, quiet Sunday and I miss . . . voices.